What's going on... how could it be empty
It was as if a spoonful of ice water had been poured into the tumultuous boiling water, the boiling was temporarily extinguished, and the steam was dense.
Mo Xi thought vaguely in this groggy miasma:
Why was there not even a single shell coin left in the earthen jar even though there were guests entering his room
Yes, did those people bully him and didn't even pay him the money
—Xi Hejun is serious, stern, self-disciplined, like an invincible city, nothing can make this city ignite.
Except for Gu Mang.
From a long time ago, whenever he encountered something related to Gu Mang, Mo Xi would not be able to restrain himself.
Later, when he became a coach, he lived and died for a few years, and he became more and more sharp and sharp, but he still couldn't restrain his selfishness. In front of Gu Mang, he was not the first commander of Chonghua, but an ordinary young man, unable to control himself more and more, eager to know how Gu Mang spent the past two years.
Why did he become so calm, it could even be said to be indifferent. Can a person really take it easy in the face of ups and downs
"Losing money!"
Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside, interrupting Mo Xi's thoughts, followed by footsteps, and a woman approached cursingly.
"If I can't do anything well, my mother will only make the guests unhappy. This traitor should be hanged earlier. I really don't know why Wang Shujun wants to spare his life!"
Mo Xi frowned slightly.
This is the steward of Luomei Bieyuan, Mother Qin.
A long time ago, Wang Shujun wanted to befriend him, and once sent Mother Qin to arrange a dozen beauties of different styles to send to his army. At that time, this mother Qin tried to persuade and persuade her, and she did not keep her people, but remembered the high-pitched and thin voice, which annoyed him.
"I can't cry, I can't laugh, I can't coax people and I can't act like a spoiled child. Every time a guest comes out of his room, he has to scold the old lady." The woman was indignant. He scolded again, "A complete loser!"
"… "
Mo Xi didn't expect that his idea would be so backed up. To say that Xi and Jun visiting the kiln was enough news to make the whole Chonghua horrified, and Xi and Jun sneaking around the kiln over the wall made Chonghua even more stunned.
And if it is said that Xi and Jun secretly visit the kiln over the wall, it is actually to overturn the brand of the enemy, I am afraid that the capital of Chonghua will explode.
Mo Xi turned Gu Mang's face over, and his heavy breath brushed against Gu Mang's face. He lowered his voice and asked, "Where can I go out?"
Gu Mang coughed a few times and took a deep breath: "If there are guests here, the words outside the door will change color. She won't come in."
Mo Xi said angrily, "I'm not a guest!"
Gu Mang opened his eyes slightly: "Then you..."
As the two of them spoke, the reflection of Mother Qin was already slanted on the door. Seeing that she was about to push the door and enter, Mo Xi glanced at the corner of the light and suddenly said to Gu Mang, "Don't be with him. She said I was here."
"… "
The door opened. Almost at the same moment, Mo Xi let go of Gu Mang's hand and hid behind the screen.
Mother Qin walked into the house, holding a water pipe in her hand, she spit out her red lips, and the house was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blue smoke.
Gu Mang couldn't hold back and sneezed lowly.
"I came to your house ten times, and I was coughing and choking ten times. I was expecting you to die." Qin Nuan rolled her eyes, "As a result, I have raised you for so many years, but I haven't seen you die. ."
"General Gu." She sat down at the round table, took a few more puffs of hookah, and said yin and yang, "There are only the last three days of this month, don't say thousands of shells in other rooms, even if No matter how unpleasant you are, no matter how ugly you look, you can still make enough money to eat by yourself with a smile on your face."
She glanced.
"What do you say?"
"… no money."
"I knew you didn't have any money!" Mother Qin was smoking her pistol. "There is more to failure than failure. Except for the appearance of your face, you have no other skills at all."
Gu Mang sneezed lowly again.
"What are you pretending to be weak and pitiful?" Mother Qin became more and more angry, and reprimanded in a high voice: "Look at yourself, what are you saving in that broken jar? The old lady supports you, and if you don't make a profit, you will lose money throughout the year!"
"… "
"If it goes on like this, even if the old lady can't move you according to Wang Shujun's instructions, she has to kill the dog in your yard!"
Gu Mang didn't say anything at first, but when he heard that the dog was about to be slaughtered, he became angry: "I did what you said."
"You press your head, are you really stupid?"
"It's they who didn't give me money. I'm..." Gu Mang paused and said those two words, "traitor."
Mo Xi listened from behind the screen. Although he couldn't see Gu Mang's expression, Gu Mang's voice was still calm, as if he was narrating a fact that was nothing special, and he didn't even feel any guilt or shame. The word "traitor" was as light as a feather to him.
"Traitors shouldn't ask for money." Gu Mang said, "They said that I should do whatever I do for them."
In the side gap of the screen, Gu Mang's back was alone.
"I owe them."
Mother Qin choked for a moment and said angrily, "Yes, yes, you are a traitor, but what does this have to do with the old lady? You owe them, that's right, but the old lady runs a tile, not a charity hall. Which. There is a reason for losing money again and again! It’s not enough to lose money, and I get scolded by those distinguished guests every time!”
"How many times have I told you, to serve the nobles, the old lady can't ask for money, it's all up to you people to coax the gentlemen to give it, don't care how much money is, you can always coax a little bit, but you What? General Gu, have you coaxed you?"
Gu Mang remained silent, and after a while, Mother Qin's sharper voice came through the sky, "Why are you staring at me? Is there any reason?!"
"You kneel down for me!"
Mo Xi originally thought that Gu Mang would not kneel, at least not immediately.
But things once again exceeded his expectations. Gu Mang seemed to be indifferent, as if he didn't feel much humiliation, and actually knelt down in front of this woman.
"..." Mo Xi raised his hand to support the cold wall next to him, the sound of blood surging in his ears buzzing.
Gu Mang, he actually really...
Before he could finish thinking, there was a sudden sound of the whip being pulled down. It was obviously the god of war who was passing through thousands of horses, but he was shocked by this sound, his pupils shrank, and his vest broke out in cold sweat.
Through the narrow slit of the screen, he saw Gu Mang kneeling in front of Mother Qin. The shrew stood up, her palms condensed with spiritual power, and a scarlet whip hit Gu Mang's back and lashed hard.
The woman seemed to want to pour all her anger on Gu Mang, all of which she had no way of venting, because of the loss of her business.
And during this process, Gu Mang didn't say a word, or even grunt, as if he didn't care about humiliation or pain.
Mother Qin had had enough fights, she put away the spirit whip, picked up the smoking gun again, took a few puffs, and eased her heaving chest: "You also know that traitors are more disgusting than opponents, right? Then you should pay more attention to it. Make them happy and let them pay the money obediently!"
Gu Mang repeated it, as if trying to understand the word: "Coax..."
"If you don't get paid next month. Not only will the guests beat you, but I won't spare you lightly! Think about it for yourself!"
After Mother Qin finished speaking, she left angrily.
When Mo Xi came out, Gu Mang still had his back to him and knelt on the ground.
His back looks indifferent. The neckline is very wide, and the pale skin protrudes from the edge, all the way up, the neck that bends like a haze, and all the way down, it is a bright red that burns up like a robbery.
There were too many doubts in Gu Mang. He was too unfamiliar, too quiet, and too indifferent to life and death. Mo Xi felt that he had a lot to ask him, but staring at the blood that was still slowly seeping out, the one that finally slipped out of his lips was only one sentence:
"... She hit you for all the injuries on your body?"
"Not all." Gu Mang stood up from the ground, "Most of you are here to beat me."
"… "
"She's the most."
As Gu Mang said that, he didn't even look at Mo Xi and walked to the water basin.
Just as Mo Xi was about to say something else, he saw Gu Mang take off his middle shirt, toss the blood-stained shirt aside, and then raised the water basin and poured it down on him with a 'clatter'.
There seemed to be some kind of magic spell on the back, which stunned the invincible Mo Shuai.
In Xi Hejun's memory, Gu Mang's back was tall and straight, broad and sharp, like a taut bowstring. There are few scars on his back, most of his scars are frontal, such as chest, such as waist and abdomen.
But in the dim light at this moment, the back that Xihe-jun knew well was completely unrecognizable. The welts, knife wounds, and the burns from the burning spells made it hard to see a piece of good flesh, not to mention the bloody scars after the beating just now. Mouth... how painful it must be.
But Gu Mang acted as if nothing was wrong, he washed his own blood with cold water casually, and then wiped it with a towel indiscriminately.
Mo Xi's heart was full of mixed feelings, he didn't want to say more, but he couldn't take his eyes off.
He thought of Gu Mang in the academy, and sighed helplessly, "Junior brother, you are working too hard, can you still move your feet? Come on, I'll help you go back."
He remembered Gu Mang on the battlefield, he immediately crossed his gun, leaned against his back, and said with a smile, "This wave of enemy troops is like a mad dog, if we die today, there will be no beautiful girl to accompany you, only me will accompany you. , you must not dislike it."
When these past events came up, Mo Xi swallowed dryly, and finally asked, "Where's your Jinchuang medicine?"
Gu Mang's eyes were a little blank, as if he couldn't understand what Mo Xi was talking about: "Golden sore medicine?"
"The bandage?"
"bandage?"
At this moment, Mo Xi didn't know whether it was anger or hatred, resentment or inexplicable pain.
"At least there should be a bottle of hemostatic powder."
Gu Mang stopped his movements and looked back at him. After a while, he finally understood, but he shook his head: "No, it will be fine."
Then he acted as if nothing had happened, and then he washed his own blood with cold water casually, then wiped it with a towel, and finally walked to the camphor wood cabinet, and pulled out a crumpled middle Clothes, put them back on.
Seeing him being so casual, Mo Xi's manic depression became more and more vigorous—
He has seen many prisoners of war, tough, submissive, single-mindedly seeking death, and those who betrayed their lords for glory.
But Gu Mang was nothing like the prisoners he took over before. Mo Xi didn't know what Gu Mang looked like at the moment. Gu Mang didn't even have a taste that he was familiar with, and he didn't even have a trace of humanity.
Don't cry, don't be humble, don't be afraid, don't complain.
It doesn't even seem to hurt.
After a long while, Mo Xi asked, "Gu Mang, what do you think?"
He didn't expect Gu Mang to answer, but he was bored in his heart.
But whoever thought of it, Gu Mang actually answered.
He also answered very earnestly: "I want money."
"… "
"Others have, I don't. No one gives."
Mo Xi looked at him, at Gu Mang's demeanor when he spoke, at the way he spat out word by word, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"Everyone said, I shouldn't want it." Gu Mang said, looking at the broken crock pot on the ground. Then he walked over, picked up the pieces, and piled them on the table. He still looked calm, but Mo Xi gradually discovered that his brows seemed to be dazed and puzzled.
Gu Mang turned to look at him: "You were the first to give me shell coins."
Mo Xi was silent for a while, and said sternly: "Why did I give it to you, you know clearly in your heart."
Gu Mang didn't answer right away, he looked back and forth at Mo Xi several times. This was the first time since Mo Xi entered the room that Gu Mang looked at him seriously, instead of the kind of indifferent stare that sent guests away.
Then Gu Mang stretched out his hand towards him.
"Do you still want it?" Mo Xi looked down at him, "Didn't you plan to pay me back just now?"
"want."
Mo Xi was agitated for a while, and in order to stop talking to him and avoid getting more angry, he gave him another golden shell coin.
Gu Mang didn't thank him, he took it, he held his hands in both hands and looked down for a while, then looked back at the broken crock pot on the table. He thought for a while, walked to the bed, rummaged under the soft mattress, and found a sachet.
He was about to open the sachet and put the shells in, but Mo Xi suddenly realized something, his heart was cold, and he stood up abruptly.
"and many more."
"… "
"What's that in your hand?" Mo Xi's voice was low and dangerous, every word was in jeopardy, as if a little force would shatter between his teeth.
"take it out."
It is a small sachet with exquisite embroidery. Thousands of miles of clouds are embroidered with gold thread, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are embroidered with silver thread, and red stone agate is embroidered underneath.
Mo Xi stared at the sachet for a long time, his heart was full of anger, and slowly, he spat out a few words: "Who gave it to you."
The author has something to say:
small theater
Mo Xi: Who gave you the sachet
Gu Mangmang: Guess it in the character column~
Mo Xi: There are only two people who have appeared on the stage. How do you want me to guess!
Gu Mangmang (villain face): Haha, boy, then you will be confused and confused forever!
PS. Some opera excerpts and poems in the previous article are not original, but I forgot to make a remark = = Anyway, the opera is definitely not original! Poems are not necessarily, squeak here! I will definitely remember to remark in the future~
PS. Let me introduce Luomei Biyuan~ It’s not very important, so I won’t put it in the text. If you are interested, you can take a look~
Luomei Bieyuan is a venue under Wang Shujun, and almost all prisoners from other countries are detained in it (Gu Mang: Raise your hand, and me), yes, and Gu Mang's classmate. The venue covers an area of about 2,000 square meters and is equipped with all kinds of entertainment facilities (Mo Xi: Hey, hey! What are you doing! Do you want to sue Luomei Bieyuan?)… Anyway, it’s very shiny~
This place is only open to nobles. If it is not of noble blood, it is useless to have money. Due to the special service object, the maid can't directly ask the customer to charge, think about it, if you charge the money according to the ordinary brothel, then the following situations may occur - (Noble A: I'm sick! When I go in to play, you stop at the door and ask first. I want money! I don't play anymore! It's ridiculous!), so it's all up to the little prostitutes to coax them.
Generally speaking, the nobles will pay according to the price (Wang Shujun: Haha, after all, it is my shop, you want to play for nothing? Wait for me to join you in front of the king?), but there are exceptions... such as Gu Mangmang... = = Traitors don't deserve money series 2333333 (Gu Mang: ... )
It's almost like this~~~~